JACK
"The lady Wraith herself come to darken Torchline's doorway," Jack drawls as she confirms her name - suffice to say it's safe for him to out her reputation since she's already done it first. Tapping the table as they sit and motioning for a waitress to bring two of Wessex's preferred poisons (and a please too, how quaint), Jack turns his attention back to her as they get down to business.
Air magic, though? Jack raises his eyebrows, and it's only the clever little ring of Sunjata's name in her thoughts that stops him from cutting the conversation off dead at that point. "You know where we are, right? You've seen whose tits decorate the prow of my ship?" He grins, taking a sip of whiskey. "What'd you need it for? Can't say there are many out there that'd help you."
Air magic, though? Jack raises his eyebrows, and it's only the clever little ring of Sunjata's name in her thoughts that stops him from cutting the conversation off dead at that point. "You know where we are, right? You've seen whose tits decorate the prow of my ship?" He grins, taking a sip of whiskey. "What'd you need it for? Can't say there are many out there that'd help you."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
